Cumbang Emy Reyes – Big Black Cock Sucking
It all started on my 32nd birthday, I work days in a restaurant as an
assistant manager, and my husband (John) worked nights, I usually got
home at 4:00pm and he got home about 12:30am. Since we only were able to
get together on weekends, we planned a special rendezvous for my birthday
that night. I told him that some of the people I worked with wanted to
take me out for a few drinks after work to celebrate, he said okay, but
to watch myself.
I suppose I should explain his comment, back when we were dating, he
couldn’t be with me on New Year’s Eve, and I went out for some innocent
partying, to make a long story short, I drank Cumbang Emy Reyes drank too much and woke up in
another man’s house. I confessed to him the next day, we had a rough
time, but we put it behind us, and moved on, except every year around
that time he got a little sullen, it took six years before we actually
celebrated New Years.
After work, a few of the girls, the cook Jose, the manager, Martin, and a
visiting manager named Frank, all went to a bar. Everything was going
fine, we were drinking, telling old funny work stories, and just plain
having fun. I was already starting to feel a little fuzzy, my lips were
getting numb, and I was a little wobbly, but everybody kept buying me
more drinks. Cumbang Emy Reyes Interracail distrustful horny men she would
service. And Mary rarely said no to a request.
Mary quietly picked up her bag of supplies and waited on Joe. He
got up off the bed and grabbed his keys and wallet. They looked at
each other uncomfortably before Joe said quietly and just a bit
kindly, “Let’s go, Hon.” Mary brightened in anticipation and
followed eagerly out the door.
Once more out on the road, Joe dutifully drove back onto the
Interstate, actually heading west, back towards the state line. At
the point he got up to speed, it was almost time to slow down as
the westbound I-94 rest area loomed off to the right. The parking
lot showed about ten trucks or so, and a smattering of passenger
cars.
Michigan was one of those states that errantly provide twin rest
areas on both sides of a divided highway rather than plunking one
down in the center of the median for use by both directions of
travel. These rest areas, unencumbered by civilian enterprises
such as restaurants and gas stations, were simply long buildings
with bathroom facilities, a small area for travelers to check their
maps against the large one, a dog run area and a smattering of
picnic tables set in the pine trees. As rest areas go, this one,
known as the “Sawyer Rest Area West” according to a little sign by
the payphone, was lightly utilized. It had the cheap vinyl tiled
floor and fluorescent lighting associated with most utilitarian
rest areas. Most travelers preferred to wait until Michigan City
to get the gas and food they couldn’t get here. They would wait
until Michigan City: she even felt a bit nauseous.
She considered giving up again–this was too much. How long had it
been? It had to be two minutes now, long enough. When would he cum?
Joe watched the tableau. His wife groaned as the stranger
savagely butt-fucked her. Joe knew the rules. He wasn’t supposed
to interfere. So he just watched, in slight disgust and revulsion
as the seconds turned into minutes and the stranger, openly puffing
and gasping with exertion now, continued to pummel Mary’s behind.
So Joe did what he was supposed to do. Which was to simply
document the event with Polaroid pictures. Finally, the quality of
the stranger’s breathing changed to a quick gasp and he redoubled
his strokes inside Mary. She felt him slamming her twice as fast
and prayed that he was going to finish. And then as the stranger
came to a stop lodged far up her bowel and she heard him keen a low
extended moan. Oooh, she felt it now. Warm jets of gluey semen
pulsing deep inside her intestinal tract as the stranger emptied
himself far up her butt. And Mary was able to stroke herself
lightly and cum a few short ones herself, dwelling on the feeling
of such a monster cumming in her. The stranger gave a few
additional slow strokes inside her ass, to intensify his orgasm.
Mary felt the cock expand in her and the inside of her ass got
wetter. She burned back there and she knew feel that the delicate
membranes of her anus had swollen a darker red and that she would
be feeling this ass-fuck every time she sat down. Even now she
felt an empty achy void back there.
With a final shudder and a gasp, the bear came to rest inside
Mary, and then slowly backed out. Mary felt the invader leaving
her and struggled to close her gaping ass. She didn’t want to shit
on the floor. The flash of the Polaroid exploded as the stranger
got clear of her backside. That’s one for the photo album, she
thought weakly. Mary groaned with the effort to control her once-
sufficiently tight musculature. She slowly turned and sat shakily
down on her neoprene pad on the floor. The stranger’s penis, wet
and angry confronted her. Joe had opened her stall door. Mary,
the consummate performer went for the finale. She beckoned to the
stranger to step back up to the wall. Mary grasped his exhausted
penis and brought herself up to it. At least it didn’t have any
of her shit on it. At least not obviously. A generous dollop of
semen was lodged just behind the rim of that majestic cockhead.
Mary nodded to Joe and placed the cock against her cheek for a
picture. And then licked and finally sucked the semen off the big
purplish plum head of the stranger’s cock, which had been in her
vitals just moments before. Her nose picked up the earthy offal
taste of her bowels on the man’s penis as Joe finished the pack of
film. She gave the strangers penis one last kiss and let it go.
The stranger contemplated her as he stepped heavily back and began
to dress. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but for some
reason he remained quiet. Mary sat back down, her legs tucked
tiredly under her. She felt semen leaking out of her ass onto her
left ankle tucked under her. She felt exhausted and satisfied with
the night’s activities. Maybe they should go back to the motel
room now. That was five penises now, including Joe’s. Her URGE was
sated. She sat on the floor resting her arms on the toilet. The
stranger dressed and left the men’s room. Joe watched Mary idly,
waiting to see what she wanted to do.
The bathroom door banged open and three laughing young white males
entered, pushing and shoving each other in a frenzy of young macho
mock violence. They blasted past the urinals and the sinks,
stopping in a heap around Joe. One of them opened the stall door
before Joe could even react. The boys, who appeared to be in their
late teens or early twenties, peered around him to see Mary sitting
on the floor of the stall topless, covered head to toe with the
semen of five grown men. Mary looked up, shocked by the sudden
commotion and the opening of her stall door. Stunned, she saw the
boys staring incredulously at her. She squealed and covered her
breasts with her hands and turned her hips away from their view.
She was mortified at being caught naked and cum-splattered like
that in front of these boys. She felt her face redden in
embarrassment.
“We heard there was something going on in here,” one of the boys
said, “the old black guy told us.” The kid had a comically sincere
look on his acne-ridden face. His black hair was short except for
a shock of hair in front which constantly fell down over his
forehead. “We don’t want to hurt you or anything-we just want to
see Cumbang Emy Reyes Holly Wellin Mandingo with Cumbang Emy Reyes my thigh, indicating I should open them, at this point I was soaking wet,
and needed to be touched, I didn’t resist. When Martins hand arrived at
my shaved pussy, he found a warm puddle of my juices waiting for him, he
immediately slid in a finger and began to stimulate me.
He took my right hand and placed it on his already liberated dick, then
went back to diddling me off. His dick was fantastic, 9″ uncut, (unlike
my husband) velvety, and really, really, thick, a little thinner than a
can of beer. Instantly I began to cum, squeezing his dick, I let out a
loud moan, muffled by Frank’s tongue. Next thing I knew, Jose was on his
hands and knees between my legs, I felt his hot breath on my pussy lips,
then his tongue, I slid down in the couch and succumbed to the lust.
Frank couldn’t reach my mouth anymore,








